Wafers of ground-frost
Honey-sweet to wond’ring eyes
Manna for my soul
Your seeds were sown for others,
but I will take your crumbs –
I seek something, anything, to fill this cavernous pit.
One smile is feast, one glance food for thought
for filling full the months of famine.
Cursed I am, to desire your mite,
atomic particles of comfort worn thin,
scraps of bone and sinew to gnaw
against this insatiable hunger.
Dare I for true Bread,
whose fortunes fed on fickle?
distended belly blunders on
in the shadow of the Manna…
How often I have gorged myself on what will never satisfy, when the Bread of Heaven is readily available!